Authors Note: Yes

This was supposed to end in a huge fight, but I didn't have the heart.

The three sat in total silence. Elphaba couldn't believe this, Nanny had told her that she wanted to meet her in this room for afternoon tea, but this is the sight that met her. Melena seated across from Glinda, a romantic meal placed out in front of them, feeding her chocolates.

She couldn't help it, she saw red.

She stormed over to Melena, and her hand outstretched to collide with that horrible little slut's face, when a voice stopped her.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" screamed Glinda.

Elphaba cringed, and she glared daggers at the girl, but Melena only stared back. Her green hand clasped Melena's shoulder, and she felt a slight victory when she flinched. She leaned in close as she walked Melena to the door, and whispered, "I'm giving you ten seconds to get out of my sight, before I show you why they call me a witch."

Melena nodded and then left, pushing a wheelchair in front of her, but not before she turned and flashed a smile at Glinda, which made Elphie's blood boil.

"What were you doing?" Elphaba snarled. She saw how Glinda flinched, and she felt a tug at her heart.

"Having a rather nice dinner, that is, until you came in." Glinda said softly, but her expression was unreadable. "You didn't need to throw her out."

"Oh, so sorry for disturbing your romantic little dinner date!" Elphaba scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Why was she like this? Why couldn't she be calm and collected when she thought of that girl with Glinda? These outbursts were not going to help, and she knew it.

"You should be!" Glinda's voice was harsh, but Elphaba noticed that those beautiful blue orbs looked at anything but her.

"For your information, I was supposed to meet Nanny here." Elphaba looked away at the door, which the wind had closed. "It seems her old mind has misplaced itself."

"Of course," Elphaba turned in time to see Glinda struggling to get to her feet. "I'll just be leaving."

"You're in no condition to walk." She said softly and pushed Glinda back into her chair gently.

"Well, you just forced Melena out with my chair. What am I supposed to do?" Glinda spat, and she narrowed her eyes. Elphaba couldn't speak, not when there was such venom seeping from her old love's lips. Oz, it was easier when Glinda had just given her the cold shoulder.

"Just sit there." Elphaba said. "I'll get your chair." But when she walked to the door, she found that oddly, it was locked.

"What is it?" Glinda asked after she kicked the door in frustration.

"It's stuck," Elphaba managed to mumble.

"What?!" Glinda tried to stand, but her legs weren't steady. Elphaba shot out, and reached her arms, and caught her as she fell. Elphaba could feel Glinda's heart pounding, and she was sure that the blond could feel hers.

"Are you alright?" Elphaba looked down at her love, and her love looked back with glistening eyes.

"Yes," Glinda breathed, and her hands curled, grasping the green woman's shirt, as if trying to decipher if this moment was real. Elphaba slowly moved them to the floor, and for a long while, they forgot whatever pain or hate or guilt they had for one another. All that mattered was this, was her, that's all. But the moment was broken when Glinda moved her leg, and her face contorted in pain.

"Careful." Elphaba lifted her up into a chair. Glinda turned her face away at that instant, and Elphaba decided to sit in the other chair. She hated that Melena had thought of this little idea before she had, but she didn't really mind at this moment. The candlelight made Glinda's face appear more angelic, and her breath hitched.

Glinda didn't notice though, and she felt slightly rebuffed. She didn't know what to do; she hadn't planned on dealing with Glinda for another week. Oz knows it would have been easy enough in this castle. But now, she was lost, and she found it a bit ironic that the person she would always go to when she was lost was the one person she couldn't consult, and she was seated across from her.

The silence between was suffocating. It really was, but there was nothing she could do. It was like the pressure was so grave she couldn't form words. How was it that this woman could steal her breath without trying, even after all these years?

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Glinda finally spoke. Elphaba had been surprised at the sound. For a minute, she had forgotten that the blond could speak at all. But now, she felt flustered, and lonely, and sad.

"I've missed you," and that was it. Glinda's eyes immediately watered and Elphaba cursed herself for saying anything at all, but for the life of her she could not stop. "I've missed you so much, Glinda. I have." Glinda's head lowered, and Elphaba reached out, Oh Oz, her hands were trembling.

"Please," Glinda whispered, brokenly, "Don't."

"Please, Glinda, listen. I want…" Elphaba tried to think. She knew she wanted forgiveness, but did Glinda know for what? She hadn't known about Fiyero, she knew that. Sweet Glinda didn't know her old lover had an affair with a married man, and gave birth to his bastard child.

"Please don't," Glinda sobbed. She couldn't help herself, she had to hold Glinda—and she did. She moved from her chair and wrapped her strong green arms around the blond beauty's body. "Please, please, please…"

"I want you back. Please forgive me, please take me back." There, she said it, and she was ready to hear Glinda's refusal, she was ready for Glinda to smack her and scream at her and damn her to hell, she was prepared for all of that. But what she wasn't prepared for…

"I forgive you... for leaving me."

…was to hear that come from her love's lips, and she wasn't prepared for Glinda to kiss her, and she wasn't prepared for them to fall to the floor, and she wasn't prepared for their breath to grow heavy and their clothes to be shed.